In August 1961, my youngest brother graduated from West Point in New York. My family planned to go to his graduation. The only problem was my parents, older brother and youngest sister were coming from Portland, Ore. I, my husband and 8-month-old baby girl were coming from Biloxi, Miss. We were to meet in Chicago at the bus station.
I had gotten a ticket for myself and daughter. When we arrived, we found the bus station was closed for good. My husband drove us to Chicago in our Volkswagen. We were nine hours late getting into Chicago.
I found out that my mother was the only one who insisted on waiting for us to come into the bus station. The rest of the family wanted to leave.
I was eternally grateful to her as my husband was broke and had no money to get back to Biloxi. My dad loaned him the money and we left for West Point.
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